~Daisy POV~

The apartment was incredible, absolutely nothing like what I could afford on my pay check. Not even a little bit close. I was due a pay rise with my promotion but again it wouldn't have covered even the electric bill on this place, let alone the mortgage.

There were walls of windows overlooking downtown Portland, stunning views of the city and beyond. This wasn't just any old apartment, it was a penthouse. It had 360 degree views. I could see the willamette river, mount hood, mount helens, mount adams, downtown Portland and the west hills. I had died and gone to heaven. It was a three bedroom penthouse, with two balconies, a hot tub on one, surrounded by space to entertain outside on the roof top, a state of the art kitchen, and en-suites for each bedroom, made for living in. There was a gym, a sauna, and a private parking area. It was worth over three million dollars. I don't know what I had done to deserve the woman who had made this all possible for me, but she had arrived at my lowest and lifted me back up to my feet. She had quite literally swept me off of my feet, and pretty soon after we first met too. This was a whirlwind romance. We met a year ago, when I interviewed her for a segment on retired basketball players from the WNBA. She really made an impression, and she hadn't left it a day after, before looking me up and sliding into my DMs.

We had ended briefly, six months later ,but picked up again after a few awful months of heart ache. This time she was offering me what I had wanted. A home together, a life, and a partnership that could end in marriage. I wanted forever. I never wanted casual hook ups. I hadn't minded the care free way we dated, because it had been fun and exciting. She was older than me, much wealthier and had a tonne of property all over. Most of her money she had told me came from putting money into crypto at the start of her career. She was one of the lucky ones who cashed it in at the right time. Her life was exotic to me, a life of luxury I had never personally experienced. She flew by private jet, ate at the best restaurants, and did as she pleased, coming and going when she felt like it, and she took luxury vacations frequently. Her only love, which I knew from the jump, was basketball. She had love bombed me to believe that wasn't true though, flying in and out of my life and whisking me away. She didn't think twice about taking me away and spoiling me. I didn't think twice about it either until I began to feel like she was hiding me. We ended then. She couldn't commit to me, and I was done with casual. I wanted permanent. I wanted kiss me before sleep, shower with me in the morning, eat take out with me and watch the soccer. I wanted the shared pet, the shared drawers, and the toothbrushes side by side. I wanted kids. I wanted a wife. I wanted my girl. My. Girl.

When we had ended, it broke me a little. She had been so perfect, and it had all felt so...meant to be... but to hide me?! Why?! The age gap? Her celebrity? Was she ashamed to be seen with me?Embarrassed? She could never tell me why. I wasn't gonna put up with being a secret. My own local celebrity was growing and I didn't want any young girls who watched me on tv to ever think it was okay to be treated that way. I wanted to be someone that kids could look up to. I didn't want to feel worthless or that forever was ever too much for me to ask for.

It was three months before she came running back, with a puppy for my birthday... and an offer accepted for an apartment in Portland. She had never been happy to stay here before, the East coast always calling her home, but she swore she would split her time so we could finally have a home of our own. She wanted to commit to me, to us, and to a future. I had met her family, and she had met my father. It was starting to feel like we were gonna do this thing. She had come back this weekend to settle the paperwork for the apartment, and then she, and Dexter the wiener dog, were gonna come back and move in before thanksgiving. I was even meant to meet her friends this weekend. A double date organised with these mystery friends that she said I'd love. Unfortunately, I had told her that I had got called into work and had to be on air that evening. The truth was, that I had volunteered for it. I had an inkling that these friends were none other than Teddy and Harper Nomikos. Olympias parents. It's not that I was ashamed of being with an older woman or anything, but they knew me already and I didn't want them to tell Bonnie about Olympia or our history or put her off of me in any way. They might have told her I was too young or something, being their daughter's age. I knew Teddy was protective of her girls. She'd never have allowed it for them. I equally didn't want it to get back to Olympia. I didn't want that to be the first she'd heard about me in years. Bonnie wasn't happy of course. She told me that I had gone back on what I said, and embarrassed her with her friends. She said it felt like it was me trying to hide her now instead. She has ghosted me since Saturday night, mad, I think, that I couldn't make it. I felt bad about it, that instead of being with her whilst she was in town I had been working extra to avoid her, and bumping into my ex at every turn.

Olympia.

She had all this time to come back, and then she rocks up the week I get the keys to mine and my girlfriend's apartment. I felt like my hands were now tied. There was nothing I could explore with her other than friendship, despite knowing she wanted more, and not being able to stop thinking of her. I had a girlfriend, and I was not a cheat.

Bonnie might be ghosting me, but my loyalty was still with her. She had gone above and beyond to make all of my dreams come true. I owed her in return, myself. All of myself.

The sound of a key in the door, made me return to the entry way. I saw a large bunch of bright blooms come through first, followed by the woman holding them. The woman who had ghosted me for two days with no contact. She had an apologetic look on her face.

Her voice was dreamy, purposefully soft like butter "Morning Beautiful" she greeted, shutting the door behind her. "Forgive me?!" She asked, allowing me to bask in her glorious look of affection for me. "It's stunning isn't it" she asked, glancing around the expansive apartment with that same look.

I walked over slowly, opening my arms at the last minute and allowing her to embrace me with hers. "I'm sorry too. And Of course" I leant up and kissed her lips, hers were soft and plump and drew me in for more. A kiss that invited me in and left me breathless before she released me. "I wouldn't expect any less than perfection from you"

Bonnie was magnetic, in that her smile lowered your walls instantly and pulled you toward her. She didn't always offer it, people thought that she was a real ball buster, but when she did, you felt like the most important person in the world. She was tall, and beautiful. Her brown skin always glowing and dewy. Her deep brown eyes were intense and cat like, with long lashes that made them pop. She had just had her hair crochet braided, and each long twist looked perfectly placed, bouncy and glossy. Her lips were deep red with her favoured lipstick. She rarely spent a day with a naked lip, unless her lips were too busy on mine. Her clothes were always immaculate, looking like she had always just stepped out of a fashion show. She matched her jewellery with her nail polish and her heels. She would never enter a room and go unnoticed. Her perfume was intoxicating and heady, and it clung to my clothes and my skin for hours once she had left me. She may have been twenty or so years older than me, but she looked after herself, she was fit and strong, but with her age, she was intimidating and confident. There was none of this insecurity that younger women possessed, myself included. She eluded confidence and power. I think she basically engulfed me the second we met, as she walked over and shook my hand firmly, eye contact intense and non wavering. Bonnie always got what she wanted, and on that day, and in that interview, it was clear, Bonnie Kerr wanted me. We had never met before and yet she seemed to know of me. I never figured out how, but her interest in me flattered me. I was a fairly new face on TV and had barely made it out of the gate in my own career. I didn't have much money, or celebrity, and the most interesting thing about me was my name. I was another face in the crowd. Personally I didn't think I was even close to drop dead gorgeous. I thought I was average, perhaps a little pretty when I tried, but not a knock out. Not like her. I was the girl next door... if the house was on a hundred acre plot of farm land with no neighbours. I wasn't noticed for being glamorous or particularly out there. I was a quiet little nerd, who loved to read, watch sports, and write about them. I enjoyed my own company, and that of a dog. I would happily put a dog above a human for company. I've never been loved more devotedly and loyally than by my families Rottweiler, Carl. That dog was a big, goofy angel with the look and expectation that he would be a savage killer if crossed. He died a while ago, and I've missed him every day since. Another reason that Bonnie won me back with a puppy in hand. She knew my weakness. I wished she had brought him with her this weekend.

I had a small little slice of the world here in Portland, and I was content with that. It was fun to be noticed by the locals, and have friendly interactions with sports fans like myself, but I definitely didn't flirt with fame or want to entice more of it. I had seen from afar what fame did to Olympia, and I didn't envy her life. Yes she did the sport she loved, but she had a price to pay for it. Her fame had surpassed normal levels that a typical WNBA player may find themselves in. Her relationships with famous partners had skyrocketed her to the celebrity stars in the sky. She couldn't escape it. She had brand deal after brand deal, and her face was everywhere. It meant that I hadn't been able to escape her either. She was on billboards in the city, the newest face of a sneaker brand, and quite often in the grocery store on the front of a magazine. In fact, it hadn't escaped my notice that I could see her annoyingly beautiful smirk right now, from the window wall to the left, her billboard facing my apartment from a spot in the centre of the city. You just couldn't make it up. Olympia was quite literally staring at me, my eyes finding hers over the back of Bonnie's shoulder as we embraced. This wasn't ideal.

Bonnie leant back, holding out the flowers to me "put them in a vase... they will pretty up the empty space"

I took them and walked into the kitchen, placing them on the side as I checked the hundred cupboards "there isn't one" I reminded her "you bought this place unfurnished remember"

She walked over, ignoring me, and took me by the waist, lifting me onto the counter. She slid the bunch of flowers down the kitchen worktop until they fell off and hit the hard floor. "Bonnie" I squealed, taken by surprise "they will spoil"

She kissed my neck, sucking and kissing me up to my ear lobe, her hands already wondering up my t shirt to caress my breasts. A moan escaped my lips, unable to resist the way she already had me throbbing the second she squeezed my breasts and kissed my neck at once. "Shhh" she whispered between kisses that were heading down my chest. Her fingers released me, my breast bouncing out of her grip as she pulled at the neckline of my t shirt, tugging it out of her way and ripping it as she did so. "Babe" I argued again, a little more breathlessly "Are the windows two way?! Can people see us"

Her lips left my skin, blotches of red being left everywhere that she had kissed and nipped me. My paler skin making it more obvious. She pulled the t shirt over my head and threw it down on the floor with the flowers "I hope so" she teased with lust in her eyes "because you're all mine... and they should admire what they can't have"

That made me uncomfortable, whether she was joking or not. "Stop" I asked, as her tongue ran over my exposed nipple.

She did, her hands leaving my flesh as she backed up and stood back to her full height "I was joking"

"It's not funny" I told her "You know I don't like the idea of that. You do, I know. But it's not something that turns me on. I don't care if your ex loved taking risks like that, but it's not for me"

She shook her head "Clearly the windows are private Daisy. Did you not look up as you walked in? They are all mirrored on the outside. You have to find ways to ruin a moment don't you"

I jumped down from the side, and reached for her hand apologetically "I'm sorry"

She bent down and grabbed my t shirt, throwing it at me before walking to the wall of windows to the left of us that overlooked downtown.

I slowly pulled the t shirt back over my head, tugging the hem down over my hips. I stood and watched her from behind, she had her hands on her hips, her stance was one I didn't dare walk up on. I stayed in the kitchen and picked up the flowers, placing them back onto the counter. "I'll go out and buy a vase"

"Sure" she snorted "that will fix it"

"Don't do that" I asked her "don't talk to me like that"

She turned around quickly and approached the opposite side of the kitchen counter "I have done everything I can to make you comfortable, to make you happy. I've got you a promotion you'd never have got, not for years, and I've bought you a home. I've done everything you wanted of me. I got you a puppy, and a closet of dreams, a new car, and a ring I plan to give you one day"

"A ring?" I asked, surprised.

She waved her hand "Forget it. We clearly aren't ready. You don't trust me... and you use any moment to bring me down. I wanted to christen the kitchen, to have our first morning here be perfect... and you throw my past in my face. As if it's not already outside that fucking window"

I frowned "what does that mean?!"

"Nothing" she said, her voice changing, her tone softening again. She had whipped me back and forth with tension, excitement, upset and agitation, and now I didn't know what I felt. I was spun like a basketball on her finger. And she was a pro. "Just stay in the moment when we are together. Stop putting road blocks between us"

"I'm not" I pleaded, as she took my waist and drew me back to her, consuming me quickly like a hungry predator with its lunch. Hands, lips, grazing teeth... all at my flesh. My body gave in to her pleasure, each caress sending heat flowing through me, and eliciting pleasurable moans from my lips. Clothes flew through the air once more and left me served on a plate. Our first meal together in our own home, served between my thighs.

"Let me have you" she growled, lifting me back to the counter.

She didn't wait for an answer, and I wasn't in the place to give one, my body however gladly gave itself up to her. Bonnie was an incredible lover. Probably the best i'd ever had. She loved to wipe my memory after a disagreement, by taking me until I couldn't remember even my own name.

***
I woke up tangled in sheets. Bonnie had had a bed delivered that afternoon, and it was now all the furniture we had so far in our new home.

She had wanted me in every room, but we only made it from the kitchen to the bed. I didn't know where she got her stamina from but she was relentless today, and her pleasure never seemed long satisfied before she wanted more. There were too many rooms left to christen and not enough hours left in the day. The sun had set, and the lights in the city twinkled below us.

She was sat up and flicking through her phone when I turned over. "Hi" I whispered against her skin, kissing her arm.

She looked down and smiled "Hi beautiful"

"What you doing?!" I asked, gesturing to the phone in her hand.

She quickly flicked away from her current screen and placed her phone down on the bed beside her "My friends are organising a big party on Saturday. It's a Halloween party. They want to meet you. Will you come?!"

I felt a wave of panic hit my belly. A rise of anxiety clawing at my throat. This had to be the Nomikos. Olympia had already invited me to this party.

Bonnie ran her hand over my exposed breasts "what's with the hesitation" she asked. "You don't want to meet my friends?!"

I hesitated further, my words lost, my heart racing. I didn't want to let her down, of course I didn't. I equally didn't want Olympia to have to see us together. I knew it would hurt her.

Bonnie whipped her hand from me, she looked upset "If you won't even meet my friends ... then we are gonna be done. This is getting ridiculous. You want so much from me, and yet you give me nothing"

I was offended, and she saw the hurt in my eyes as I sat up, and threw off the sheets. Before I could move away and get out of the bed she grabbed my arm and pulled me back "I'm sorry. Of course you give me something. I'm just disappointed that you aren't more excited to do this with me. I thought you'd be so excited to finally meet my family and friends. You wanted more, and I'm giving it to you. I just want you to act even a tiny bit grateful"

I pulled her hand from my arm and shuffled off of the bed, picking up my white t shirt and pulling it back over my head. "You make me sound like a brat whose using you"

She shook her head and crawled down the bed toward me "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that"

I shrugged her off of me as she reached for me, and backed up "Sometimes you sound so mean"

"Hey" she protested, stepping off of the bed and coming toward me with a soft and gentle demeanour. "I love you. I just want you to show me that you love me too"

I didn't do anything, but, show her I loved her. She was the hot and cold one.

"Please come to the party" she asked again "it would mean a lot to me"

I gave in to her warmth as she pulled my hips toward her bare flesh, our naked bodies coming back together once more. "Please" she whispered "let me show off my future wifey"

Her fingers trailed down my hips, and delicately brushed between my inner thighs "you're so beautiful"

I didn't have a choice. If I didn't go to the party, I didn't think that Bonnie would ever forgive me. She had made so many sacrifices for me, and now it was my turn. If I picked the right Halloween costume, Olympia might not even recognise me. Right?! Either way, Saturday was going to hurt.